On the lone corner facing the last street within town borders sat a rundown dance studio equipped with a lone room decorated with dusty, cracked mirrors. Over the years of neglect no one went in nor did anyone come back out in one piece. Yet on a chilly November morning a soft piano rift amplified through the paper thin walls. An aspiring ballerina could be seen primed to perfection as she pulled at her loose topknot while she laced up her shoes. This was Song Jieun, the only daughter of the town’s prestigious mayor. Yet as pretty and as perfect as she may have seemed, you should never judge of book by its cover, under the warm smiles and chipper greetings was a whirlwind of secrets.